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Edric didn't make to bolt towards the exit of the dark room like most would attempt to. His eyes didn't even flicker towards the stairs leading up to the door.

He didn't move at all bar idly rubbing his raw wrists, smeaking blood over his skin and flaking off small pieces of already dried blood. These little pieces fluttered the short distance through the air from his wrists to his crossed legs.

The Vampire's blue eyes reguarded Emory with an intense sort of interest.

From his demeanor since he had been taken into the coven, you could probably guess that he would have a strange way of walking - an odd gait, or the like - but he was silent and elegant with his steps. His feet barely brushed the ground and his head was held high.

He had clearly been raised in the Noble days and those lessons had never lost value with him.

It took Emory by surprise at least, the contrast between Edric and Cadence was immense. You could hear her walking from the other side of the street, even he had to actually pay attention in order to hear Edric's movements.

"You're full of surprises."

Emory noted as he pushed open the door at the top of the stairs. Locking it again once He had let Edric through into the main house.

"This way."

He guided the man to his room, inside it was lined with bookshelves and small tables where various things he had collected sat, cluttered but organised on the crowded surfaces.

Emory pointed toward the bathroom, he had no intention of aiding the man as he bathed.

The restless madness that he had exemplified in all his time locked up seemed to melt away now he wasn't confined to his own mind.

Seemed to was the operative phrase in the sentence.

There was still a restlessness in the way his eyes flickered over the room and the occasional twitch of his fingers that fed into the belief that he was still as mad as he was, hidden under the surface, waiting for its time to spring out again.

In the shower, Edric hummed to himself, a mismatched clash of songs or many ages passed; lyrical prayer from his youth, mixed with current rock and pop.

His favourite song of his time here made an appearance during his shower. Quietly, he sang 'Puppy in the Window' to himself as the hot spray washed away blood and sweat.

Emory resisted the urge to roll his eyes, it seemed that lapdog was a nickname that was sticking for the moment.

He perched himself on the bed as Edric showered, fiddling with a few knick-knacks he kept on the bedside table.

Now that he had unchained the man he was unsure of what to do with him. Did he keep him, use him as some sort of man-servant? Killing him was an option, but that seemed the least fun. Gerhard had given him the man with the intention of him quelling Emory's boredom.

At the sound of the singing he gave a small huff, hopefully Edric would go bored of likening him to a puppy.

Edric scraped his hand through his long blond hair, brushing it out of his face as he steppe, dripping, out of the shower.

He paid no mind to the water rolling over the thin body as he strolled through the bathroom's open door and into the bedroom. Nor did he pay mind to the water seeping into the bed fabric as he flopped down next to Emory.

His wide, manic eyes turned to the boy and he half grinned a toothless smile.